A:N: Okay, so now that text blocks have been cleared up, I'm going to be making my paragraphs shorter to organize my story better. I'm really excited to get this story going! Oh, and I'd like to thank everyone for all of the nice reviews! Especially Clarisse The Wild, for clearing up the text block problem. I am going to address this problem, so we don't have to worry about it anymore.
Anyways, I've been getting comments about writing longer chapters. I don't think this problem is going to change. Sorry. I am a very busy person, and I don't have a lot of time to make humongous chapters.
I'm sorry if this bothers you, but I am going to try to update everyday, and on special occasions two updates a day. I know short chapters is a problem with lots of you out there, but I hope you understand my situation. Thank you, and goodnight! …
Recap: "It all started in a place called Hogwarts."
Hogwarts? Harry thought, It had been a minute or so since Sirius had mentioned the name Hogwarts. Sirius had a look upon his face that said he was in deep thought, contemplating on what he should say.
Harry had an urge to question why Sirius had not continued. But he wasn't much for asking questions. Petunia, and Vernon didn't like questions. So Harry never had much time experiment with them.
Sirius stepped ahead, and turned away from Harry. Harry could only catch a glimpse of his scraggly profile. Sirius stroked his beard in thought.
"Erm.." Harry began, as Sirius turned to face the boy, " What is Hogwarts?" Harry said cautiously,
Sirius looked taken aback, as if he had not mentioned such a thing as Hogwarts. Sirius, still in thought, stepped up to Harry. Reality flashed back to the man who was quite confused, and dazed by the past in his mind.
"Oh, yes!" Says Sirius, "I was merely tangled in my own gray matter!" Harry cocked his head, an expression of wonder etched on his young features. "So, where should I begin?" Sirius asks, Harry, though new it was a rhetorical question.
"Ah, yes!" Sirius exclaimed, "Sit down, Harry," Sirius waved his hand to the floor, motioning Harry to sit. "There is a lot to tell, and standing is not fun." Sirius shook his head, then the story began.
"Magic." It was one word Sirius said,
"What do you mean by magic?"
"Well, there is so much to say about magic! There is so much to cover!" Sirius exclaimed,
"Go on then."
"I was born into magic. I was born into the Black family. Pure bloods, of course. Me mum was a witch, me dad was a wizard. Not very outgoing people if I do say so my self. They were cunning, and vile. My whole family was, they were. I was probably the only one with an ounce of compassion in my body." Sirius said everything darkly, and smoothly,
"Witches? Wizards?" Harry asked with a quizzical look on his face, Sirius silenced Harry, and continued.
"My whole family attended Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a school, where withes, and wizards learn magic! When you turn eleven you got a letter in the mail, and invitation to Hogwarts. Oh, I can't even explain How excited I was when I received mine!
I was indeed a dark and stormy day, when an owl flew through our window."
"Owl?"
"Oh, yes. Definitions would be relevant, I suppose." Sirius began, " We magic folk use owls to send letters. Most magic folk have their own owl, and when they wish to send a letter off, they tie it to the owls talons, and send him off to get the letter to the right place."
Harry didn't find any of this believable. All of the sudden he's getting strange explanations about wizards, and magic? Harry was now not particularly sure if this was a joke, or the truth.
"Anyway," Sirius begins, again, "As I was saying, it was a dark and stormy day when I got my letter. I came down to the kitchen to see my mother trying to pry a letter from a feisty owl's grip. The owl didn't want to give it up to my mum. It wasn't for her.
So I rushed towards the owl, and I asked my mother if I should try. And I did. That owl almost handed my the letter. My mum was dumbfounded, and was happy all of the same. She says Oh Sirius, it's your Hogwarts letter! I ripped that letter open, and there it was. My Hogwarts invitation."
Harry, I awe, was extremely curious to here about his parents. He sat tight, and waited for the good part.
"Just a few months later, I had all of my school supplies, and went to King's Cross train station. That's how most folk get to Hogwarts."
"I know of King's Cross!" Harry exclaimed,
"I'm sure you do." Says Sirius, "Then all of the students congregate outside of platform 93/4."
"But, there's no such thing!"
"Oh, yes there is!" Sirius exclaimed, "Now, the platform is a wall. Just a brick wall, and you have to run straight through it!
So I was just waiting there in line, as the other kids passed through without ease, then I saw your father. He was just approaching the line, and looked disappointed to see how long it was so I says Oi! Over here, you can cut in front of me! Your father, being as charming as he is, smiled a huge smile, and stood beside me.
Your father and I talked, and talked for a long while, when finally it was our turn to go through. We had decided to go together, and we ran, expecting to smash in the wall, but we went through! Like ghosts! It was really quite amazing!
We, then got on the train, and talked, and talked. When we arrived at Hogwarts we were very best friends! But it wasn't until our third year when we met your mum. When we got off the train at Hogwarts for the third time we saw her. She was absolute radiant! A gorgeous young women, your mother was.
I remember when your father say to me, I WILL win that girl's heart!, To tell you the truth, I told your father never! But he worked hard! Now I'll get back to that topic later. I think I need to tell you about the little organization your father and I had.
It was called The Maraurders. There was four of us altogether. It was your father, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and I. We all had out little nicknames. I was Padfoot, your father was Prawns, Peter was Wormtail, and Remus was Moony. Now there is some background behind out names. I was called Padfoot because I can turn into a dog. Your father is Prongs because he could turn into a stag. Peter, a rat, and Remus... A werewolf..."
"Wow... My dad, could turn into a stag? No." Says Harry in awe, "If you could really change into an animal, prove it!" A smile stretched upon Sirius's face as his human form transfigured into a dog.
A:N: Since the whole magical explanation is going to take forever, I'm splitting it up. I made the chapter a little longer. Hope your enjoyed! Stay tuned for chapter five tomorrow!